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    Happy birthday, Suv, wherever you are!
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    In death there is beauty We will sleep like angels With the tranquility of innocence Death is our sanctuary From the woes of life; In death we will find peace Death brings us unwavering hope For the time of resurrection; In death we will find love eternal. I once served the Path of the Warrior, for the honor of my duke to be. He promised that I would be a daughter to lead a royal bloodline of Renor Sargtlin from the ashes. That he would explain why I had but a vague remembrance of my family before this one of decadence. A feeling that had always tugged upon my heart and mind. Every clan needs faithful if blind followers, and I was one. Comforted by the presence of the old father, yearning to please and become apart of a family, I did things that brought tragedy to other's lives. In the end without becoming like they, I became a monster through their machinations and will. We guarded this line during all hours of day and night, as the sun beat down upon the earth from heavenly skies so blue and at night, with the stars as shining beacons of light in the abyss. We became sheltered in their center, yet at a moment's cause, we'd be thrown to the wolves to protect them. In the end, we were the chaff to the wind. I thought I was going to die nameless, just another body that bled out upon many a battlefield. I suppose before my melodrama gets to far, I should reflect more of my past. As a child I had the illustrious honor of acquiring fame by defending myself from members of a rival bloodline. They had come in the night, looking to end the progenitors of those who bear the mark Sargtlin. If they were successful, the political chaos that would have come, could have become the end for us. I never gave in to the demands wanted of my eventual captors after my first few moments of fighting. They being the dissolution of sweat and blood, and a ransom that would have destroyed the lives of my sisters and brothers.. Thus because of my righteous belief of self sacrifice, I doomed myself to the whims of my captors, not that they believed me to be alive anyways. My captors, the Vek Kyorl were quite well known for grisly ends, and that most taken, did not ever come back. I survived nearly three years before being consumed by the nature of their appetites of the decadent splinter line Kyorl, and in doing so attracted the interest of Tutesuko Kyorl, a prodigal son that had come to be a figure of power and chosen heir of the clan, Thenik Vek Kyorl. Groomed to being a trophy for Tutesuko, I found myself amongst the most vile, decrepit, decadent sorts this world has ever laid eyes upon. And in this world, I happened to excelled at what was commanded of me. Even a trophy had to have a use, and mine would be to prevent damage to the consort of the heir apparent. In this fashion I became a daughter, and yet, I knew I would never be considered such, until I had proven my worth as both a traitor, a soldier, and of all things, a believer in their line's mantra about the rule of the world, and how it would be theirs. It proved it's worth in the nights that came not much long afterwards. The older ones are prone to naming events such as this with fancy names, " Fangs of the Night " and such nonsense. In truth it was a coup. Our duke, the great herald of Kyorl went out like a lamb to slaughter. It was a method of culling, only the strong would survive and keep the bloodline from growing to spread out and weak. I witnessed and took part in this event, and in a flash of a moment, stabbed my keeper, consort of the heir apparent, Tutesuko, in the back. He screamed as the blade forged with underhanded dealings with an Olath Orn dreamer who shall remain nameless and as dead forever as that of the heir with a blade that sealed his fate. As he bled out, I felt no remorse or pity and consumed what was left of him. Everything he knew, dreams and hopes I now had and thus my place as a monster was sealed. The lull in her head became a distant throbbing and the world snapped back into the present.. Vela Vek Kyorl stood before the door containing her prize. She stood just under two meters tall, white hair cut into a warrior stripe and grown a bit long so that it covered the right side of a shaven head. Eyes of cold grey peered forth. As was customary, the half mask of a respirator clung to chin and about cheeks, flesh of face and exposed areas of arms offered that frostbitten appearance. Various serpentine artworks inked into the flesh were invisible under combat harness. Another glance paid towards the high tech lock and then she made a flicking hand gesture towards a pair behind her as walking the other way. The guardians of this blown position, laid out behind her, the forces of the Vek Kyorl were of a specialized background, and had dealings with other house born commandos before. The two gestured at where a door resided, once heavily defended by these traitors, one using a cocking gun to squirt what looked as if toothpaste around the edges of the door. The second attached a small blocky object to a cross section and then both were headed to the point of the hallway that curved about. The Haru equivalent for " Fire in the Hole " sounded and the blast tore the moorings of the door in the pattern created. Said door lurched forward and smashed into the tile flooring. The muted but still quite loud sound would have had these traitor legionnaires running here, had they not been neutralized earlier. Similar gesture of right hand, and the pair were dashing through the smoke and into the complex. Those found within, dealt with. Security personnel, medical staff, and other traitors smote from the constraints of life. This continued until reaching a cell of some sort or another, a prison within a prison. A man was pulled forth, one of hers on either arm. His labcoat smudged around the edges, a wild look to his eyes as spectacles hung from one ear. Vela casually glanced at her prize. " Greetings Doktor, it's time for you to be of service to the Imperium again.." A needle slid into his arm and the contents would knock him out almost instantly. She twirled her right finger and the others, six in total headed for the breached entrance that had been made. A waiting 4x4 parked just outside, and the doktor was put into the back with two at either side while the others settled in the seats. Vela reached for the radio in the vehicle. " Thrush to Nest, Egg Found.." There was no response, though she doubted there would be. This was enemy territory, the outermost southern vale territories of the North, and still full of danger. The driver floored it and the 4x4 surged forward, speeding down the paved road, eventually turning onto a gravel covered one that led towards the ruins of the city Atharin, first city to be struck by in the Long War nearly forty years ago. Skyscrapers had been turned inwards and or destroyed outright, with dirt, concrete, and weeds overtaking the rest of the remains. As the scenery flashed by, Vela kept her right hand out of sight while it gripped the sub-machine-gun carried, eyes hunting as this place did not evoke the feelings of safety. As coming around a corner, a flashing blue light could be seen from the top most section of a hollowed out building, the 4x4 bounced and boogied towards this source of illumination. Battle of Hamaii, History Repeating Graer scowl somewhat as skulking in the ruins of a school. In front and directly across what was an intersection, in the ruins of a grocery store were an opposing force. It was highly unclear as to what they were, though he could take a guess. Remnants of potentially one of a dozen regiments perhaps, or potentially even HTF Legionnaires. He'd count on the last, as they had both taken movements and been countered each time. A sigh and flick of the wooden match against the crumbling stone. It was a sign of bad luck to light a cigar with a zippo. Uncivilized it was. A light turn towards those of his company that had survived the zig zagging up until here. There had been thirty warriors of Elemmiire Templar at his command, now there was ten. Enemy snipers, roving patrols and what not had withered his command down considerably. Tough place to hole up in to. Siet-Khan Dak, ever with his filterless Naji cigarettes, the sour tobacco smell permeating, the long term use reddened the teeth nearly crimson in the staining. Weary nod of head towards his newly promoted second, cracking a look through a roughly made peephole across to his opponents. Damn war was going to get him killed. As it had his previous second, Huran had died taking fire in a burned out apartment buildings remains against secessionist NTC militia forces. Gesture towards his troop, each scurrying about. Hult'ah Ekal crawled on his belly, carrying the heaviest weapon besides the ACS-01 and the CCNML-01 AMR in their arsenal, the GLM-01. The light machine gun had earned it's marks, reliable and light enough to pack with the advanced legionnaire scout units. Nod of head and Ekal began to burst fire towards the enemy position. Cigar between clenching lips, wordless orders given to Aseigan Thak're who carried the ACS-01 to flank to the right with equally ranked Aseigan Ka'Zr who hefted a DMR version of the GAR-01TB AR, and took aim as Ekal provided the covering fire. The sound from the semi-auto shotgun's high explosive rounds as it fired was ridiculously loud and there was a shatter of debris and plume of fire and dark smoke where it hit the grocery store. Over the broken wall he used his right hand to aid in the leaping over process. Ducking down, and scurrying across the broken pavement and crumbling sidewalks. Lifting the HBAS bullpup AR overhead in a sideways fashion and peppering an area where he'd seen movement just a bit before their rush maneuver. The harsh tongue never forgotten by their kin, nor any who knew of them, would be barely heard above the din of weapons fire. Clinking objects came in through the broken windows, bouncing against makeshift defense and exploded. Shrapnel grenades tore through defenders and makeshift defensive position alike knowing no difference between the two. A sharp crack signified at least a few surviving as Hult'ah Faael clutched chest, a fist sized hole leaking a red river between gloved fingers as the sniper's blow had killed the young man. Slow, as if time had stopped, the unit now down to nine watched as Faael fell to knee's and then forward to the pavement. Graer shouted to another, Setg'in Kale to find cover as the rapid firing of a simsil found Kale as he had attempted to find cover near a burned out civilian automobile. Stitched up the left side, from thigh to neck, Kale was quite dead before hitting the ground without so much as a groan. Graer rolled and aimed upwards, at a ledge of the grocery store's second demolished level and depressed the secondary trigger to the 35mm grenade launcher. A high whining whistle and rough recoil followed, split second later a body smoldering from the thermite explosive fell somewhat near Kale. The body looked like any other corpse when dead save the uniform, which was a black fatigue with harness. HTF specialist, a bit of a curse before continuing. One by one, eight voices responded as they cleared the grocery store, and found a defender or two alive. Barely. He wasnt at all familiar with the ranking system of the tratior kin, they had after all become foreign to he and the rest of the true Haru. A glance to his men, if he killed them now, there would be no reprecussion, at least from their own side. In native he barked at Yeyinde Tar'nel. The medic had been covering them with his MSG-01, but Graer found the infantry-medic an added burden, mainly because he never seemed to fire the weapon. A glance to the pair of living defenders and then to the medic. It was time he was blooded. Steadier hands then Graer had thought he'd have, lifted the MSG-01 and two bursts sounded off. The recoil making the medic's body sway some. Inspecting the dead, making sure, he noted the excellent shots. One's brain had been splashed against the wall, from the the bullet tearing through the center of eyes, just above nose. The other had a gaping wound on the other side of the mouth, a hole that you could see as the lifeless corpses mouth hung open. Satisfied, patted the medic on the shoulder and gave the order to move out. There were more to purify this day. Hamaii, Central District No retreat would come, no order to fall back, to the eyes of their enemies they would never be dissuaded by the incoming fire, or the ferocity of artillery barrages. The banzai charges would not cease, nor the holdouts outgunned. For every village reclaimed by Empress Kira'Karn's legionnaires, they would return the cost of blood, for every house, many pounds of flesh were the price. Crying their foul tongue, their dark language, political officers of the traitorous NTC inspired their troops in the face of all odds to resist, to kill, to take their own life in the valiant struggle ahead. On the street of the first crossing and the avenue named after a cousin to the Emperor Janus of the now fallen Glorious Dominate, the last holdouts of the Hades Task Force incursion legion fought with bitter resolution. Caedalus, Sengar d'isto of the 7th Royalist Tank Regiment had survived. Barely. It was more then clear that despite being on a somewhat level playing field as far as hardware went, perhaps in numbers, the forces of the NTC were being bled of their experience. Most of the firebases were either destroyed or knocked out of action, and what air wings had been able to get into the air, had not survived the withering fire of anti-aircraft missiles, cannon and those damned loyalist fighter craft had gained superiority. With the loss of their air cover, legions loyal to the memory of Ji'Mar now had to contend with the heavens as being a source of death and misery. Such had been his fate, hours earlier, his entire column of armor meant to resupply the eighth infantry support regiment, at the outskirts of the financial district, they'd been struck by ground attack aircraft. Of a hundred support vehicles, and thirty tanks, roughly twenty vehicles had survived and around eight tanks. Now on the retreat, he supposed, there wasnt really anywhere to go really. If they were in the open, they died. If they stayed, they died. If they fought, they died. Not really a bright future. At the moment, his armored regiment leftovers, and whatever had survived the blitzkrieg by loyalist forces were gathering at his current point of defense. The seventh would fight, it would fight hard, but in the end, it was stalling action. If they could hold the line until reinforcements came, they might have a chance. Later, in Hamaii, Interior District About ten kilometers east of Graer's position, Siet-Khan Yars forced the cupola hatch open to breathe fresh air. The building they had been going through had collapsed upon them, trapping them for a time. This act had saved his tank, though most of his lead element had fallen to the viciousness of the loyalist air raid. Fire, orange and bright lit a landscape of shattered armor and smoldering corpses of the half regiment that had been his support initially. Ground pock marked by craters, artillery had found them not long after the air raid, even now it still was falling. Reinforcements had arrived finally, pushing through or over the remains of their fellows. Sliding back down, locking the hatch, the turret swung towards the loyalist lines and began to hammer back in kind. Joined by the newly arrived SA-13 AMV's that took up spots about the area. He hadnt thought much of them until a fwoosh sound rocked the area, followed by a HAD-24D exploding as it tried to race away. With proper anti-air becoming more cohesive, the ground legions were able to bring their own firepower towards the enemy line. Or at least that was the thought process. Until the first loyalist response rounds had started to land. Hamaii, Reborn in Fire From behind the loyalist lines at the city's edge, came shockwaves of the first 2S9 Bereg's rolled across the area, followed by the explosions as those 130mm shells began to land against enemy territory. Crunching a shattered troop transport that had been at one time under his command, the heavy treads of the beast 2S19 MSTA-S, the dreaded 152mm Self Propelled cannon slowly came into view. A pause and then he felt his insides quiver as the weapon barked harshly. Lighter vehicles, the 2S5-S 152mm self propelled cannon, and the towed artillery 2A36-B's had set up in the nerve center of Hamaii's industrial train area. He was wary of his orders to be here, after all, the local defense forces had been killed here by gunship and templar much earlier in the day, but there could be lingering stragglers yet to be smote. A cautious tactic of lining his defensive perimeter with SPAA23's guarding, alongst with 288th Olath Orn with anti-air and armor equipment, however had been committed to act as both forward observers and as a buffer against enemy air support. Shells began to rain down upon the enemy line and other areas, to keep the traitor defenders from being able to scatter.
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    A very happy 29th birthday to you @Suverina. Ja må han leva, ja må han leva, Ja må han leva uti hundrade år!
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    Oh hey there new neighbour. I already thought I recognised you from a message in my telegram inbox.
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    Summary of TIPTA Provisions Tariff Reduction Assuming both countries use a Fixed Tax scheme for imports: Bilateral reduction of tariffs; both nations will agree to a fixed deduction of the amount taxable per unit of good. E.g. If one "unit of Iverican consumer electronics export is valued at $500 million, Tagmatium will reduce its fixed tariffs by X amount. Likewise, Iverica will reduce its fixed tariffs to every $500 million worth of Tagmatine biodiesel by the same X. Supposing that Tagmatine tariff is currently at 5% of the unit value ($25 million in this case) for every "unit" of Iverican electronics bound for their markets, both parties will agree to a reduction that works for both parties. If this is to reduce the tariff to 1%, then both will agree to reduce the amount taxable for the goods agreed upon. If we apply those values, Iverican taxes on Tagmatine biodiesel will be reduced to $5 million per $500 million unit of Tagmatine biodiesel. Same application for Iverican electronics entering Tagmatium. Affected Goods Renewals: All Seed Oil/byproducts originating from Tagmatium (refined)- for chemical, cosmetic, and preservative use. All Coffee products originating from Iverica- in whole bean form or as preserved grounds or powder which may have added sugars, sweeteners, syrups, dairy, etc. Included as of 2020 All Biodiesel originating from Tagmatium- for fuel use. All finished consumer electronic products originating from Iverica (completely assembled, finished products)- screensets, smartphones, smart accessories, audio devices, charging cables/systems, personal computers, tablets, etc. Implications Iverica Currently, domestic extraction and production are far behind the demand curve. Cheap crude oil from Hellenic Rus because of a tariff agreement and Iverican holdings there are currently supplying most of the Iverican oil and fuel needs. Though even with those suppliers, overhead and costs of production could be lower if competitive alternatives were found. Tagmatine biodiesel, given the scale of Tagmatine production and the current Iverican demand, could be a competitive alternative for the civilian fuel market, driving prices to a more desirable balance. Overall, the manufacturing sector hopes to see a marginal if not sufficient gain from supply moving closer to meet the demand curve--reducing their operating costs. Likewise, transport and freight companies could also benefit from this arrangement. Fortis Electronics is currently trying to expand its export sales. Without notable competitition on a comparable scale of production, FOREL senses that expanding into Occidental markets would be commonsensical at this point. Tagmatium Tagmatine Biofuel companies experience a large sales increase by tapping into a developed market that drinks millions of barrels a day. Aside from industry, Tagmatine biofuel taps into a civilian market where there is a sharply growing demand but a slowly growing supply. Its 58 million people, >70% of which live in developed areas where every household probably has 1 or more motor vehicle(s). If Tagmatine prices are low enough because of their sheer biomaterial output, then it's safe to say that they fill a high-demand slice of the Iverican fuel market without as much taxes that say, an OPEC exporter would incur. TLDR: Sales. Up. OOC: I don't know how the tech situation in Tagmatium is, but I'm assuming that Iverican electronics, being affordable but still industry leading, will find a market if there is demand in Tagmatium for more powerful consumer devices at the competitive price large-scale manufacturing allows for. This could do two things: either it supplies an existing demand and therefore balances the curve, or if Tagmatine tech companies are big enough, but are not lately innovating or adequately supplying affordable consumer goods, it forces them to innovate in response to the entry of Iverican tech. If there might be potential interference with startups or smaller tech companies, I'm sure something can be arranged.
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    The Røvik Hotel | 1030hrs 5th May 2020 Canastota United States of Prymont Oliver Remmen, Minister of Energy & the Environment, beamed at the diplomats and politicians sat before him. They'd travelled from far and wide, the summit attracting attention from all four corners of the globe, for one united purpose. Since 2017, the Antargic Regulation Treaty of Human Activities (ARTHA) had safeguarded the southern continent of Antargis, promoting scientific research and protecting the peaceful, untouched lands from being spoiled. Prymont was known as an environmentally-friendly nation, and Remmen was very proud to be serving his country in what he considered the most important role in the cabinet. Sure, the Prime Minister was running the country, and the Health Minister kept people happy and healthy, and perhaps the Defence Minister made sure they were safe, but none of it was possible without the Energy & the Environment office. Oliver Remmen was promoting the wellbeing of the environment, not only at home but on the world stage. Hopefully this conference bore the fruits of his labour, and would show the Prime Minister what a stellar job he was doing. "Good morning everyone," he started, his eyes meeting those of the attendees as he sought acceptance and comfort amongst his peers, "and welcome to the third Antargic Council meeting. I'm absolutely honoured to welcome you all to the United States, and I'm confident that we can make some good progress today." He glanced down at his laptop, reminding himself of the long-winded name of the treaty while reaching for a glass of water. "The Antargic Regulation Treaty of Human Activities has been a bit of a success story so far. The Trans-Continental Science Initiative has been operating the Simon Station for over two years now, and we've already seen some great research emerging from the facility. The station is kept as sparsely populated as possible throughout the year, and as far as I'm aware there's little other human activity on the continent. Naturally, this is doing Antargis wonders, and it remains an unspoiled place of natural beauty. I'm delighted to see some new faces today, and I hope that we can welcome you all on board as we seek to protect and preserve Antargis." On the agenda, most noticeably, were finding a permanent HQ for the Council, reviewing the zone management, and revisiting the entire wording of the treaty to ensure it was up to date before the new signatories joined. Plus, Remmen didn't doubt that the attendees would bring their own topics of discussion too. "So, ladies and gentlemen - where shall we begin?"
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    Efforts to Revitalise Southern Port Begin The port city of Dymafos has often been considered the jewel on Ragas Thalassia, the Raga Sea, and one of the cradles of Christianity. It is an ancient city, at the crossroads of the Occident and Amutia, and grown rich on trade. It was long a centre of Arhomaiki power, and before that a capital of the ancient Euandrid Empire, one of the successor states of the Boy-King. The Patriarkhes still guides his flock from his palace that overlooks the harbour and regularly leads services not just in the cathedral, but from even the smallest chapels. His Holiness, Theodorankos IV, has also been keen on building cross-denominational bridges with the Orthodox Church, the Diarchic Church and smaller, New Wurld denominations, all who have small congregations in the ancient centre of our God-given, shared faith – even if perhaps the other churches have strayed somewhat from that light. The tourist and pilgrim trade has somewhat dried up in recent years, but the peace and stability that Agios Basileos Kommodos III brought to Europa has meant that it has slowly begun to improve. It has been hoped by the Anthypathoieon tou Dymafou, the mayoral government of the city, that the recent trade deal with the Agios Katholikon Autokrateia (@Salvia) and Demokrateia ton Iberikon (@Iverica) will see an increase in foreign tourists. This has been coupled with similar drives with the nations surrounding Arhomaneia and they slowly seem to bearing fruit. Some of the churches and chapels within the city are ancient, dating to the early days of and contain some of the oldest relics still in existence and have always drawn crowds of barbaroi. Dymafos was a major port for thousands of years and it is this aspect that the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion wishes to revitalise. The construction of the Isthmos Kanalos, the Isthmus Canal, was almost a deathblow to the port, as shipping started to bypass the port almost entirely. But it had been declining for many years beforehand. It was starting to not be able to keep up with the larger and larger container ships that are being used across Eurth, as underinvestment meant that the facilities were not available for them. This started to become a cyclical situation – as fewer and fewer ships came, it was argued that the decline meant that it wasn't worth expanding the port. Trade had started to be diverted either to our nearest neighbours, Sporseia and Souberina (@Suverina) and from there overland to southern Arhomaneia, or shipping companies found themselves constrained by the port facilities available to them. The other routes, overland via Adaptos (@Adaptus) or around the north of the Occident make significantly less economic sense. Now, ever larger container ships are swinging the argument back the other way. Whilst the width of the canal was designed with the Protathlites tou Christou aircraft carriers in mind, the new generation of so-called “mega container ships”, such as the Orhioniki-flagged UNEX Arenigwade approaches that constraint. It might not be a leap of the imagination to suggest that the next generation might even surpass the 60m width of these giants. Making the canal wider to accommodate these vast ships is likely to be, at the very least, exorbitantly expensive and significantly disruptive. Both of these are reasons why the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion is unlikely to consider this as an option. Instead, breathing life back into the port of Dymafos and enabling it to take these giant vessels is likely the significantly cheaper route. Oddly, the Patriarcheion tou Dymafou is thought to be one of the main lobbyists for the expansion of the port facilities. To an extent, the well-being of the Patriarcheion is linked to the port – the port is one of the largest employers in the city and its workers keep much of the rest of the local economy afloat. His Holiness is known to be very concerned about the happiness of his flock and feels that a revitalisation of the port would lead to more work for the ex-dockers that form a large part of the unemployed in Dymafos. As well as the happiness of the inhabitants, the Patriarcheion is also one of the main providers of welfare within the unemployed, providing food banks to the poor, amongst other services. Although no one from the Patriarcheion would comment on the matter when asked, it can be imagined that these But, of course, a modern port would likely mean automation, a trend that has been sweeping across much of Europa and Eurth – many ports in our own Megas Agios Basileia are even embracing it, although it is argued that they have little choice in the matter. An automated port, in some ways necessary for the quick turnaround expected these days, would mean that less dockworkers would be needed for its smooth running. Which, in turn, would do little to alleviate the the issues of unemployment in the southern city. List of Banned Works Scaled Back Although Arhomaneia doesn't usually wish to advertise it to the rest of the wurld, the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion maintains a list of banned literature. Much of this is heretical writings, often from many centuries ago, and is kept away from the general population to make sure that none of them are led from God's light by long dead heresiarchs. It is known that the Katholikon Patriarcheion in Europatorion keeps a vast library of these forbidden texts to make sure that if any of these heresies rear their head again, the Aroman Church can tackle them and bring any false believers back into Christ's arms. It is closely guarded to make sure the knowledge contained within does not fall into the wrong hands, as the wurld is often fertile ground for wrong-thinking. The Logothesion ton Deeseon, the Ministry for Information, also keeps a list of banned material, in order to aid the Church in keeping the souls of the Arhomaioi safe, as is to be expected of a government headed by God's representative on Eurth. Much of it is foreign in origin, as can only be expected. It is usually pornographic or lewd, or is considered to hold ideology or ideas that are damaging to the Megas Agios Basileia, God's chosen nation on Eurth. For example, much of the writings of Mark Karls are banned, due to the fact that it promotes revolution against God-ordained regimes such as that of the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion. Similarly, the perverted writings of the infamous Lysian, the Marchis de Masan, remain entirely prohibited for an Arhomaios or even barbaroi to possess within Arhomaneia, although it is unknown why anyone of sound mind would do so. It is one of the duties of the Esoteriki Epitheorisi Pliroforion to police this list and make sure that no one is in danger of being led astray. That some such books, or even other media, need to be kept out of the hands of some individuals is self-evident. Arhomaneia isn't the only nation to do this on the Occident, or even Eurth. Megas Vourlinton (@Great Burlington), for example, maintains stricter controls on access to the internet than our own nation, something which appears to be at odds with the country's brand of unfettered capitalism. However, recently the Logothesion ton Deeseon has deemed it fit to release some of the books and films on the proscribed list. Amongst these was a work of epic fantasy, Arkhontas ton Dakhtylidion, by Ioannes Hermeneutopoulos, an otherwise noted scholar and academic. It was banned during the reign of Theodosios VI after a period of popularity lasting from when it was published in EK7464 (AD1956). At the time, it was proscribed due to its supposed depiction of angels, as well as being about an earlier iteration of the wurld, but it has now been deemed to not go against any teachings of the Church. Similarly, the ever-popular film series, La Guerra de las Galaxias, was banned under the Navarkhokrateia for showing a militaristic regime being overthrown by an armed insurrection – something that the military dictatorship wanted to discourage. Although some suggest that the Logothesion needn't have bothered with unbanning the three prequels. It is mainly fictional works that have been de-listed by the Logothesion ton Deeseon, as it is now felt that it is justifiable to say that it is obvious that no one could reasonably assume that these are attempts to subvert correct Christian thought. A full list of unbanned media is available on the website of the Logothesion. This move by the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion is not entirely unprecedented in Arhomaiki history, as the Navarkhokrateia in its early years saw almost a liberalisation of films and media, partially as a way of distracting from the seizure of power from the elected, and therefore chosen by God, Agios Basileos Konstantios V. It could be that this is a move by Kommodos III, by the Grace of Christ the God, Agios Basileos kai Autokrator to show that his stated attempts to reform the Synkletos is not just an isolated event and that he truly is trying to move Arhomaneia into the new century after many years of treading the same path.
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    An aide behind Varazzo tapped his shoulder and passed forward a slip of paper. Motioning himself to be acknowledged, he began, "Minister Remmen, before I go on with the rest of my statement, I wish to thank you for your welcoming position to Salvia's goals in Antargic. Moving on to the issue of zone management, the Salvian delegation has just one point to raise, that being that the 'boxiness' of the borders, which seem to ignore the geography of Antargis. Just from looking at this map, there seems to be an issue with borders cutting peninsulas off - zone 5 cuts off that peninsula from the rest of zone 6, the same happening with zone 7 and zone 6, and with zone 7 and zone 8. I recommend that we instead change it so that the peninsula is given to the zone that is cutting it off - for example, zone 5 should be granted the whole peninsula that juts into zone 6. I also must ask, since the boxes of this map do not adequately show, how far each zone extends into the ocean. That is all." The doctor sat back down and waited for the Prymontian response.
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    Hello and welcome to Eurth! I hope you enjoy your stay here - I have enjoyed mine! If you have any questions, please ask!
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    TAGMATINE-IVERICAN PREFERENTIAL TRADE AGREEMENT (TIPTA) @Tagmatium Rules --- OOC Premises: -Assume that Tag and Ive have had seedoil-coffee trade for a while. Thus have always had a fair to moderate amount of trade because of tariff agreements. -A Tag-Ive study has been researching on an equitable tariff arrangement to include biofuel and Tagmatine proprietary condiment brands into the agreement in the last year -The expansion of TIPTA was planned during the last quarter of 2019 and may take effect in Fiscal Q2 of 2020
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    The fate of the Gerenians has certainly been lamentable – forced from their homes at the hands of an invasion force, their culture and history swept aside, before being put into transit camps and sent far away from their homeland. This is something that has been watched by the rest of Eurth. Perhaps the invasion of the Endoxi Epikrateia ton Koussoeion by the Exkousiokrateia ton Gharon (@Haruspex) could be construed as justified or, if not justified, then understandable. The pattern of a country collapsing due to internal or external factors and then being invaded by its neighbour, whether for peacekeeping or less altruistic reasons, is a pattern that has been repeated across Europa and even in the New Wurld. Often, the country that has been occupied is then set back on its feet and once again becomes a functional member of the community of nations, or it is annexed and incorporated into the conquering state. At times, it undoubtedly helps the population but others, it results in oppression and repression. In the case of the invasion of the Endoxi Epikrateia, a large population of Christians was intentionally displaced by the invading Gharoi, and their long and ancient history intentionally erased. This was on the order of the now-deceased Exkousiokrator, Ji'Mar, son of Sa'Karn, who was long a friend of the Arhomaioi. His son, however, was not and he and his cabal of warmongers have come to a well deserved end. Many of these Christians, of the Gerenian denomination, ended up being shipped to Arhomaneia or held in a miserable stasis in northern Koussoeia. The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion has attempted to make those who ended up in Arhomaiki lands as comfortable as possible, even though the winter that had passed as been one of the worst in recent years. The plight of the Gerenians was not one that went unnoticed by the rest of the wurld, however. Other Christian powers stepped up and came to their aid. The response was truly an international one, with nations from Argis and Marenesia stepping forward to work with the Megas Agios Basileia to help the displaced population. Although all of the nations involved are not just separated by geography, but language, ideology and varying creeds, it shows that the light of Christ shines through all of these differences and when a people in peril need aid, all countries can work together to help those less fortunate. Amongst these nations, the Demokrateia ton Iberikon (@Iverica) has set up a protectorate on an island in the North Oriental Ocean, the Voreios Anatolikos Okeanos, known as Monarch Island, Monarchia Nisos. Iberikeia is working to the advantage of the Gerenians and is endeavouring to make the settlement on Monarchia Nisos viable, so that the displaced population now have a land of their own. It is not doubted that the first years of their life on the island might be hard, but the Iberikoi will surely work to make sure that it might become a refuge from the ill-treatment and misery that they have known since the invasion of their homeland. To this end, this protectorate is fully recognised by the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion and Iberikeia is completely trusted by Arhomaneia, and that nation has shown that even though it adheres to the Diarchic Church, it still holds Christ within its heart. Similarly, the Enomenon Regason tou Seilosiou, the United Kindgom of @Seylos (etc), has put into place similar measures, with an island of its disparate lands set aside for refugees from Koussoeia. The government of Seiloseia has yet to release the full details of this move, and if it is of a similar nature to those of the Iberikoi, then the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion will equally stand with our friends in the Makhaira Thalassa and recognise the protectorate that they might establish. The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion will also offer scholarships to the higher education establishments of Arhomaneia to those displaced Gerenians and Koussoeioi, in order to help them get back on their feet after the awful trials that they have been forced to endure. Whilst this is little recompense for what they have suffered, it will hopefully show them that the wurld has not forgotten them and will not let them suffer in isolation but welcome them with open arms, wherever they might go. May God give the Gerenians and the Koussoeioi the peace and security that they so desperately need.
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    Oliver Remmen was delighted to see such participation. Unfortunately the United States had been unable to attend the last Antargic Council meeting due to cabinet issues immediately after the election, but he'd seen on the news that it was effectively an @Orioni echo chamber. Clearly the treaty had needed a change of pace, and bringing the meeting to Prymont had been a step in the right direction as far as interest went. Mr Wayanor from Orioni had made some interesting comments; progress on their icebreaker fleet sounded positive, but Remmen and his aides were saddened to hear the news of the passing of a Walter Sandiego. Remmen wasn't quite sure who that was or why he was so important, but it was not good news nonetheless. Their simulations on the future of Antargis were rather concerning, and the Minister made sure to draw particular attention to that in the debrief after the meeting. Delegates from @Salvia and @Seylos largely said the same thing - they were interested in moving to Antargis, establishing research bases, and playing a role in the treaty. To that effect, Remmen felt little need to address many points regarding those two nations. However, the Seylosian commodore did mention crop research, but that was nothing a little clarification couldn't settle. Finally there was the woman - at least, he thought it was a woman - from @Variota. The Variotans were good friends of Prymont, but they were bloody weird. They were also rather concerning, and not just because they were strange people. Time and again their actions had proven to disregard the environment in favour of political and economic gain. Minister Remmen recalled two incidents that stuck out in his mind - the completely barbaric practice of whale hunting, and the rather absurd suggestion of creating new landmass in the sea with rubbish. While Dr Fantuitlant hadn't said anything outrageous just yet, her intentions were edging towards being regarded as questionable and he was keen to nip that in the bud before their wacky ideas progressed into reality. The Minister of Energy & the Environment remained silent after the Seylosian had sat down, taking the time to sort his notes and allow another diplomat to take the spotlight. Once nobody else took the opportunity Remmen himself rose, straightening his suit and shuffling his notes before beginning. "Thank you all for those very thought-provoking, insightful points. I'm glad to see nations across the wurld are taking this treaty seriously and are excited to join us on this journey of exploring and preserving Antargis. Now before we talk about the TCSI or zone management, I'd like to address some points raised by each of you. "We'll start with Mr Tobiya Wayanor. Firstly I'd like to congratulate the Orionese on the development of your icebreaker fleet. Your supply vessels have been crucial in delivering goods to the TCSI's Simon Station and we thank you from the bottom of our hearts. To see such collaboration between so many nations is very promising for the future of not only Antargis but the wurld. As for your helicopter problems I'd be happy to refer you to Aamotech, who I'm sure will have an answer for you. Drop me an email afterwards and we'll look into that. "Regarding your simulations... err, they're a bit confusing, to say the least." Remmen rubbed his temples as he recalled the simulations Mr Wayanor had presented. Complete and utter nonsense, although he couldn't quite say that. "I wonder if there is some inaccuracy in your technology? We have been stationed on the continent through the TCSI for almost two and a half years and we've not noticed anything that drastic. Our own simulations also do not correlate with yours, so there's some further investigation to be had there. Regardless, it does make a very good point of reinforcing what's at stake. If we are not careful, Antargis will end up looking like those simulations. An increase in global temperature, rising sea levels, and a decrease of Antargic landmass is not good news for our collective future. We must tread carefully and protect this continent at all costs. "There was also a question regarding non-signatories I'd like to address. The TCSI maintains a zero tolerance stance on non-signatory involvement on Antargis, whether it's in line with the treaty or not. The treaty is here for a reason - it ensures we're all playing by the same rules and working towards the same goal. Any nation or entity working on Antargis without the approval of the treaty will be condemned appropriately." His voice had turned stern and determined as he spoke about the action against non-signatory involvement on Antargic land. Naturally it was something the Minister was very passionate about, and his tone remained as he moved onto his next point. "I'd now like to ask you a question, Mr Wayanor. Before this meeting myself and my team searched through the national foreign affairs archives and we got in touch with the Orionese embassy. Neither were able to provide us with a satisfactory answer so I'll ask you directly. The only way I can see the EOS being defined is as an organisation that is predominantly focused on military activities. To be blunt, I don't like this. Antargis should be free of any military involvement, and as per the treaty," Remmen paused while his aide flicked to the appropriate page in the ARTHA booklet she'd brought, "take your time... here we are, err... prohibition of any... yes, the prohibition of any military projects on the continent of Antargis. Could you either clarify the ultimate overarching goal of the EOS for me, or if not, promise me today that the EOS will remove itself from the treaty and any future involvement in Antargic matters?" It was a bold move to call the Entente out to their face, but it baffled Remmen that nobody else had done the same before now. The EOS went against everything the treaty stood for, and despite their actions being productive and adhering to the treaty so far, he was worried about any ulterior motives. A military alliance working its way into a strictly scientific situation could only mean one thing, and Remmen wanted to make sure nothing shady happened on his watch. After a sip of water and turning a page in his notebook he was ready to continue. "Err, Dr Varazzo, I'll come to you next. Let's just say the treaty would be honoured to have Salvia join us. It's been wonderful to see the country grow and prosper since you've rejoined the global political stage and while I'm sure this will be a big moment for your country, it will also be a big moment for the treaty. The United States and the TCSI would fully support a Salvian research base and we'd be happy to share with you the lessons learned from the Simon Station. We'll get to zone management later, but I don't think I could walk away from this meeting without sorting something out with how the land is split up. Currently I admit it is very unfair, so don't worry, we'll get to that. "Now we'll go to the Variotans and Dr Fantuitlant," Remmen glanced down at his notes and had to stifle as laugh, bringing a fist to his mouth and forcing a cough to recover the momentary lapse in professionalism. Upon seeing the doctor rise from her seat to talk he'd written 'what the bloody hell is she wearing' and not much more. Fortunately his aide had been better prepared and covertly slid her notes over to help. "Sorry, just getting my notes straight... ahm, it's reassuring to hear that you are eager to protect Antargis with fervour upon signing the treaty and being allotted a slice of the pie to manage. I do support what Commodore McKellar has said about the continent, in that it is not to be viewed as a new piece of land under your own flag, and instead as a loan from mother nature. We promise to protect and preserve Antargis, and nothing more. Here, write that down," he gestured to his aide, tapping his finger on her notepad, "that'll make a good headline. We're here to protect and preserve Antargis." "I don't think it'll make any headlines, Oliver." "Just write it down please. Sorry doctor, where were we? Yes, erm, the Antargic Treaty welcomes one and all, as long as their actions are strictly scientific and do not harm the environment. The treaty will not be changed to allow any other sort of involvement and I'm sure you'll understand and appreciate why that is. As I've already said, any wrongdoing on the continent will earn itself an appropriate response. I'm sure Variota will do the right thing and join us today to ensure no harm comes to Antargis." With all queries and comments hopefully settled, Remmen was ready to press on with the agenda. Despite having updates regarding the TCSI's progress in the Simon Station and their future plans for the continent, zone management was clearly more important, and what better way to tackle the elephant in the room than head on? Oliver paused briefly, pondering the best way to truly fight an elephant, but dismissed the thought as quickly as his mind had conjured it - he was the environmental man of the cabinet. He'd leave fighting matters to the defence office, and would probably grumble that elephants should be left alone rather than fought head-on. "I think now is a good time to move on and, since it has been mentioned by some of you already, we should probably look at how we manage Antargis." He snapped his fingers at his aide who worked frantically at her laptop's keyboard to pull up an image. "Any time today, don't worry, not as if we have important people here... yes, here we are." A map of the wurld appeared on the screen behind Remmen and he wished he'd never turned around to see it. It was crudely made, as if his aide had only spent five minutes on it and didn't care for professionalism or making good impressions. He shook his head in dismay before returning to his notes, muttering curses under his breath in Standard Prymontian and hoping that his guests weren't too knowledgeable on the local words of expression. "Well, that's something isn't it? You'll have to excuse my aide's graphic abilities. Despite how it looks this treaty won't be invading Aurelia or Marenesia anytime soon. Look, you get the idea. We split Antargis up into twelve easy, equal blocks. Everyone gets their fair share this way. Currently there are seven signatories of the treaty, and if we induct three nations today then we reach ten. The TCSI already has an operational base on Antargis so we'll make that eleven, leaving one empty space which, ideally, we do exactly that - leave it. It can be left for a future signatory or if not, I doubt there'd be many issues with the TCSI assuming a watchful eye over the remaining zone. "The benefit here is that everything is equal so nobody can complain. Well I suppose you can complain since the landmass isn't all that equal but it's not like we're going straight to the south pole, right? All we need is some coastal access and you can have yourselves a nice research facility. What this also allows is for us to create a further twelve zones by splitting the existing zones up equally, so if there was ever an influx of signatories we could handle it no problem. If a current signatory wasn't maintaining a presence on their zone then it could be split up to allow another signatory a piece of the puzzle. It's clear, it's simple, and it's equal. I don't see a better way of going about it." Remmen took a seat at last, satisfied with how he'd handled the various comments and remarks and rewarding himself with a fresh glass of water. His aide, on the other hand, would be getting nothing but a bollocking afterwards.
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    Commodore Austyn McKellar had taken in the sight around him in the Antargic Council Chambers of all the diplomats and scientists who had come to the meeting. It was surely a strange sight seeing a military man in the room, in fact possibly one of the very few directly representing their country. Should any other nation present a military leader to the council this may be a cause for concern, but a Seylosian military officer with a group of scientists wasn’t something to bat an eye at. As the head of the Royal Navy Oceanic Research Division, he was a scientist just like many of the other attendees. If anything it was almost a seal of approval of the gathering of nations, with some of the country’s brightest minds joining the Seylosian military. He sat listening to the representative from Orioni, a Mr Tobiya Wayanor, talk about his various points from icebreakers, climate change, and of course the elephant in the room territorial acquisition. Dr. Varazzo from Salvia was next, though it took a moment to get their standing. Some of the other diplomats around the room snickered as the man stammered out his first words before getting to the topic at hand. Which of course seemed to be the most sought after topic of the day, again territorial management. He could tell things might be a bit rough regarding that. Following Varazzo was what he could only tell was an incredibly tall clone of Dina Diva with a PhD. He had taken to watching her across the room fidgeting and sighing, a look of barely contained anger on her face. He rolled his eyes at her platitudes of protecting Antargis, he doubted the Variotans cared much for keeping the integrity of the continent intact. He watched the woman sit and quickly down her drink, her face reverting back to thinly veiled disgust. McKellar hadn't the best opinions of Variotans, though he had met a few he had genuinely positive feelings towards. The last time he had actually spoken to one was at a gathering at the Royal Palace, where members of the military scientific community had gathered at the King's request. He had remembered the Variotan ambassador showing up very strung out and chugging as much of the free alcohol in the room as he could. When McKellar had finally been able to meet the King, the ambassador had strolled up nudging him and has asked him quite loudly if all the equipment on his 'science boats' could microwave the fish in the ocean before being picked up before whispering loudly that Variota would pay a princely sum for such a revolutionary technology. At least the King had gotten a laugh out of it while the Commodore had just sat there with his palm to his face. McKellar stood up to address the council after checking over his notes one final time, “Thank you all, and thank you especially to the United States of Prymont for hosting this event. I won’t lie that I’m incredibly excited to be here to help share in the untapped potential of Antargis. The scientific community in Seylos has been ready to explore this unknown continent for many years, and we hope now to join the international effort of uncovering its mysteries.” “Like Mr Wayanor had spoken of before, Seylos has also been highly concerned for the possibilities of climate change, and the impact it may have on the seas that our country relies so heavily upon. Our own concerns stem from observations made in the north pole by climate scientists stationed in Llalta, who have made the journey to study the breakup of several ice sheets. We agree that studying the effects of any sort of climate shift the planet is going through is of critical importance to all nations present. Seylos also seeks to study the continents past, and to use the location as a way to research crop growth in the most extreme of conditions to prepare ourselves for the future. Our country has already seen a terrible set of possibilities in our neighbors to the west, where ecological devastation and overpopulation has pushed the island of Ceris to its near breaking point.” “And of course the biggest question in the room that we are all seeking the answers to is… how do we deal with all this territory? Though I’m sure that we are all going to dive into that issue at length, I would like to impress upon the representatives that we need to treat this land not as just another acquisition of clay to expand our nations’ power and influence,” McKellar took a moment to glance over at the Variotan representative. He didn’t know how many people had noticed but he couldn't help himself. “But as a place rife with scientific wealth and potential for extraordinary exploration.” He sat back down, satisfied with his opening statement, and prepared himself to listen to the next diplomats speak as well.
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    Dr. Jiwilmi Fantuitlant was an imposing sight, two meters tall and wearing an outfit that contained enough animal print to make wildlife run away in fear of their life. A cigarette almost constantly in her hand or her mouth, lighting one with the other. A drink in the other, either from whatever the Prymontians offered their guests or from her own bedazzled flask. Her parents might have been immigrants to Het Huisselant and relatively conservative at that, she herself had taken up the Variotan culture and lifestyle with a gusto that was rare to see even among Variotans themselves. The other delegates had come dressed plainly, boring suits and dresses filling up the room. And while she was sure that that'd probably fit the places they were from, boring places that would be forgotten in the history books once they'd inevitably fall, she believed in the truth of more is more. No one can see past your arguments when they can't look past you. A great person, a big person has a big personality, dresses big and does big. And she was sent to do big things. And now, in this hotel, she'd finally be able to make her mark and move up within the ministry of Diplomatic Affairs. The Variotan stance was that participating in the Antargic Council wasn't an environmental thing, even if some of others thought that. Who cared about the environment when it came down to it? As if the snobs in O'Polis would go back to live like it was 1699 if it meant saving the world. Of course not. Antargis was about diplomacy and science and science had a cost. Progress had a cost. And if all else failed, progress was needed to ensure that Eurth's population was able to flee to different planets. Would Antargis hold these secrets? Who knows. The biggest concern she had was when she entered the hotel and was told smoking wasn't allowed there. She had heard that such draconian, freedom crushing laws were in place in various nations on Eurth but to see freedom be so abused, contained and crushed in one of Het Huisselant's allies... It was sad, it almost brought a tear to Jiwilmi's eye. A tear that could've normally be prevented by that sweet, sweet feeling of a cigarette between her fingers and lips, that delicious, lung-filling feeling of premium tobacco smoke giving you a level of comfort and peace that the religious people of Eurth would seek their entire lives. A tear she now had barely managed to suck back in through the use of that unnatural demon, nicotine patches. Yuck. The Orionis, Orionians, Orii, Jiwilmi didn't know and didn't really care, did their spiel first, sending a man with a face and expressions that looked like he was constantly being farted right in the face by an obese woman with a diet primarily consisting of beans. It was always sad when cultures that lacked the finer points of diplomacy tried to act as if they were better than they actually were. Anyone with half a mind could see that the entire spiel of delegate Wayanor was nothing more than a thinly-veiled attempt by the Orionerians to toot their own horn sprinkled with a minor serving of 'oh the poor environment' that was barely enough to keep her from throwing down fists. She was really getting f*cking annoyed with the lack of cigarettes. Even palming one didn't help, she needed that sweet juicy joy that sucking in smoke brought. That sound of your lighter, the flame hitting the cigarette. That delicious, delicious scent. She f*cking needed it. Oh great, now the Salvians were to speak. Who even invited them here? Did they sneak in by pretending to be staff? Were they actually staff that was just quickly blessed into a position of 'importance' by their Papi or whatever their leader was called? Cigarette. Now. Even through her, slowly growing, haze of anger towards the injustice she was facing and need for a cigarette, she was able to see that the Salvian broom pushers had atleast one thing right. Zones had to be renegotiated. Het Huisselant did not care about the Marenesian nations, the Salvians would probably just try to push their religion to the penguins or whatever beast lives on Antargis and the Batengdeians would probably just die on the journey to Antargis due to being chronically malnourished from communism. Once the Salvian delegate, whom Jiwilmi was almost certain carried her bags to her room when she checked in at her hotel, was finally done, she stood up. Others might have decided to stay seated but that was not her way. If only because she was on edge enough from the lack of cigarettes, even after having aides stick enough nicotine patches on her arms to murder a family of elephants through nicotine overdose, that her body welcomed any sort of exercise. ''My dear fellow delegates!'' Her voice boomed throughout the chamber the meeting was held in, even with the microphone being relatively far away from her mouth, there was little else one could focus on. ''Let me first thank our great Prymontian friends for hosting this meeting! Suipe, cheers or whatever the various nations represented here use when they toast.'' At that point, she took her drink and took a swig from it, wetting her whistle enough to continue on with her own spiel. ''The delegate of the Salvians speak some truth! As the representative of the venerable Huisselant, I am here to declare that we too, feel that the Antargic zones need to be renegotiated! No longer should they be limited to the veiled Europan imperialists or how they like to call themselves, the EOS. No longer should they be limited to the TCSI. There should be zones made available to the genuinely worthy nations of Eurth, nations such as my own. Nations that lead the wurld with their scientific advances! Nations that are able to make the entire wurld progress! Yes, Antargis needs to be defended! But one can defend it without limiting its usage so much that the scientific value of Antargis is basically null. I and with me, Het Huisselant, am sure that this council will come to the right choice of opening up the usage of Antargis to the proper nations. And once that decision has been made, Het Huisselant will gladly take its place among the treaty nations and among Antargis, protecting its zone with the same verve as we would protect our own territory.'' Sitting back down, she downed the rest of her drink. She really needed a cigarette now even more than before she started. Would she manage to keep her need for a cigarette from getting too far before the end of the meeting?
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    It was somewhat ironic that Salvia, a warm country where many-a people escape to during the Northern Hemisphere’s winter, was at a council about the frigid, inhospitable Antargic. Yet despite the wild difference in climate, Antargic was close enough to the continent of paradise for Salvia to take interest in her. And so it was for this reason that Dr. Catori Varazzo, a senior advisor to the Minister of the Environment of Salvia, was sent with a team of diplomats to the Third Antargic Council to voice the opinions of a Salvian state emerging from its isolationist cocoon, ready to take part in international matters once more. Well, in reality, Salvia’s been “emerging from her cocoon” for two f*cking years now. Must be one massive butterfly if it takes this long, the doctor thought to himself. The things he was about to say weren’t even his own thoughts - rather, they were carefully constructed into a paragraph written by the most boring diplomats known to mankind. Wishing to test this hypothesis further (and trust him, he’s tested it plenty already), he leaned towards one of them and whispered, “What’s the difference between a @Prymontian and an Antargic seal? One lives in a cold, inhospitable wasteland and is constantly under the threat of being clubbed, and the other is a seal.” Finishing his joke, the doctor snickered, waiting for the diplomat’s reaction. Nothing. Shifting back to his seat, he muttered “Boring prick,” before turning back to the meeting, where he noticed most of the people staring at him. A look of disbelief on his face, the Orionese delegate leaned back towards the microphone and simply asked, “Did you have any comments, Mr… Varazzo?” The doctor cleared his throat several times and stammered out, “Ah-ahem, uh, not at, uh, at all Mr, uh, ...Wah-yuh-nor.” He flashed the entire room a (hopefully very charismatic) smile. The diplomats next to him cringed slightly or laughed behind their hands before one nudged the doctor, nodded towards the microphone and mouthed “GO.” Varazzo nodded and chuckled awkwardly before continuing. “Thank you, Minister Remmen and, uh, the delegate from @Orioni. The Salvian delegation, grateful for its involvement in the Third Antargic Council, has just two major points to put forward; both are, in a way, responses to the Orionese delegation’s concerns. First, the Salvian delegation wishes to inform the respective states of her intentions on joining The Antargic Regulation Treaty of Human Activities and to become involved in scientific exercises on the Antargic continent. As a result of signing onto this pact, the Salvian state also wishes to discuss the establishment of a Salvian scientific research base on the continent. Secondly, the Salvian delegation wishes to review the zone management of Antargis so as to include the Marenesian states, who have so far been excluded from the continent. Thank you, that is all.” With that, the doctor sat down and turned to the diplomat who he had joked to. Making sure his microphone was off this time, he muttered, “Oh, so now you f*cking laugh.”
  17. 1 point
    1117th Mzil Velven Artillery Regiment Siege of Aden Yeyinde Nive stood beside his superior, Khan Valen. The two men were outfitted for urban combat, the grey, black, and white camouflage that shown about the combat harness worn. Rifles at the ready, the bullpup styled GAR-01T's prepped for wear and tear. The 1117th were not here for infantry action, not yet anyways. Ahead of them, less then two kilometers away, was the bypassed NTC defensive line that had been built into the village of Aden. From this area, NTC mortars, artillery and soldiers had been directing fire into advancing loyalist forces. The goal now, was to make that stop. The 1117th had recently been offloaded at Ulusk, with it's LCAC's making steady arrivals to offload legionnaires and equipment. The firebase had grown in the ruins of a light industrial area of Turas, a small city about twenty kilometers west of Ulusk, and supplemented with the 78th, and 93rd mechanized infantry regiments of the Mzil Velven. Said firebase had been arranged with an overwhelming artillery support however, when the Imperium set out to wrong those who had wronged it, it did so in a massive way. Arranged in a pattern of twenty barrels long and twelve deep, firing arcs of each line slightly higher then those before each position, crew served Taytmo Vmufan (Deadly Flower) self propelled guns (SPG) were in place. Supporting this was another line of artillery, Muhk Cdnega (Long Strike) self propelled guns were also arranged. Twenty deep in a half circle arrangement, two rows. In defensive roles were the light emplacements of anti-tank cannonry and machine gun nests that were being manned by members of the 1117th, the 78th, and 93rd regiments. As time slowly ticked by, second after second, minute after minute, regulated air cycles of breath could be heard over the stillness of the night's air. The bright lights and booms associated with cannon fire could be seen and heard. The war was raging across this vast tract of land in the middle of the Northern Territories. Nive awaited it all, ready to issue forth the order into the mic within his helm, and as the final tick resonated an ominous sound of finality, the order was given in the form of a nod from his superior. Vena! (Fire), the order was so given. There was a pause, and then a rippling display in the air itself. Plumes of smoke danced across the lines, in near perfect harmony the cannons volley as one long rippling sound. Each row followed the one before it and so on. After the main body came the lighter self propelled guns and the defensive line retorting as well. Pulses of light filled the air, and then mere seconds passed until the crumping sounds in the far distance. Through field optics one could see the immense wall of orange, and the flames, the flames were everywhere. House Elemmiire, 78th Mountain Rifles Legion House Olath Orn, 111st Motorized Rifles Legion Battle for Ttoile Yeyinde Fras sat within the cupola of the half track recon vehicle, field optics raised to eyes so that she could see the expanse of the semi- industrial district of Ttoile and the remaining buildings that still stood, unmolested for the moment. A slight glance back, and then wave of arm forward, pointing in direction of the area. Several dozen or so half-tracks, accompanying a company of heavier armored vehicles, being mostly tanks and armored aero-defense vehicles, clattered and rumbled towards the area pointed to. Following along behind in rank and file, more than two thousand Haru legionnaires of the Olath Orn house, outfitted in urban combat gear for the fight ahead. Slogging through the mud, guts, and blood that stained this fell place made worse by the grinding of several major forces clashing into each other Prata-Khan Daek offered a salute to the passing Yeyinde Fras, even though he was of superior rank. Still it was a gesture of respect, and it was in returned in kind. The battle was fierce and was probably going to continue to be so. On the southwest, advances were chewing into the flanks of the defender NTC forces. To the immediate north, what was left of Ttoile's industrial area also still held out. Under the crumping of heavy artillery, and shrieks of rocket launches, fires lit the funeral pyres of either side while thick, oily smoke stretched upwards into the heavens above. Prata-Khan Daek represented the finest and worst of the Elemmiire. While they were more than honorable compared to the dredges of the Haru society, he wasnt one to name names, but oh say the Tagnik Zun, of which he thought of as little better than sociopaths, he was excelling at killing this day, he still adhered to the war policies set by the high command and they were ever brutal. Taking a break to light a cigar, while wearing the samurai esque armor of ebony plate and mesh. Skirt and helm with those light blue illuminated sockets. Said helm lay upon the remains of an apc's wheel. The rest of said apc was scattered about the area. He was pretty sure it had been an anti-air modified Vodnik prior to being exploded by who only knows what. Ush'akal, udos inbal quarthen ulu karliik trezen [Sir, we have commands to head north]. Kenyet Nadir spoke up from behind and slightly lower. The communique officer eventually ambled over a pile of brick and mortar, CBAR-01 assault rifle with a 10x scope mounted on it's rails. A slow nod, for beyond this relatively peaceful point lay the edge of the League's reach into the industrial district and the sounds of war. Crumping explosions and small arms fire that rattled near constant. Bmahdo uv desa du cmaab frah ouin tayt, suja uid![Plenty of time to sleep when your dead, move out!]. Gruff voice echoing forth as plucking up the assault rifle as tossing cigar aside. Helm lifted and then placed down atop head, booted feet taking the lead, about to join in the clash that had already happened more or less to the firebase just down the way. About a half kilometer east of Daek's position, Siet-Khan Yars forced the cupola hatch open to breathe fresh air. The building they had been going through had collapsed upon them, trapping them for a time. This act had saved his tank, though most of his lead element had fallen to the viciousness of the ambush by retreating NTC forces armed with RPG-7's. Fire, orange and bright lit a landscape of shattered armor and smoldering corpses of the hazmat-suited Tagnik Zun elite. Ground pockmarked by craters, artillery had found them not long after the ambush, even now it still was falling. While the NTC forces in the area didn't have much in the way to really slow them down, they had made clever use of the city's buildings, and seemed to have an ample amount of 80-105mm howitzers at their disposal. Perfect for laying down suppressive fire upon an advancing enemy while retreating. Reinforcements had arrived finally, pushing through or over the remains of their fellows. Sliding back down, locking the hatch, the turret swung towards the NTC lines and began to hammer back in kind. With proper artillery becoming more cohesive, the ground legions were able to bring their own firepower towards the enemy line. From behind, the shockwaves of the first 2S9 Bereg's rolled across the area, followed by the explosions as those 130mm shells began to land against enemy territory. Crunching a shattered troop transport that had been at one time under his command, the heavy treaded beast 2S19 MSTA-S, the dreaded 152mm Self Propelled cannon slowly came into view. A pause and then he felt his insides quiver as the weapon barked harshly. Lighter vehicles, the 2S5-S 152mm self propelled cannon, and the towed artillery 2A36-B's had set up in the nerve center of the exterior district's industrial train area. He was wary of his orders to be here, after all, a recon force penetrating into the exterior areas of the NTC defense forces had been killed by an ambush consisting of a vastly numerically superior force as it was retreating. A cautious tactic of his, was to supply the defensive perimeter with SPAA23's guarding, alongst with 288th Olath Orn, however those had been committed to act as both forward observers and as a buffer against enemy infantry support to counter-offensive forces meeting the NTC forces on the incoming. Shells were raining down upon the enemy line and other areas, to keep the NTC troops from being able to gather sufficiently, or at least that was the hope. Ttoile Central District, 1129th Field Hospital House Elemmiire, 112th Infantry Legion There are many places within the sh*thole of the North that Yeyinde[Gunnery Sergeant] Ferin would much rather have been. As it was, he was settled for the moment within the husk of a building. Leaning just within, waiting for the clouds to stop spitting on him from above. Limp cigarette rested between lips as sheets of rain fell towards the pockmarked and or otherwise broken asphalt of the ground. Slight roll of shoulders, readjusting the weight of his gear and whatnot as taking to a lean for a moment or so. The HIA GLM-01 hung over the left shoulder, calm during the storm as yet another shift in the mickey mouse sector of the former Cussian port city of Ttoile. Still waiting for this or that to come down the line, this particular area under supervision of the 112th Infantry Legion. Slow bit of steps taken from the building and into the street, keeping a cautious gaze of light blue against the road and it's surroundings. Ji Quinn was heading to a new destination, as with all things in a land that had just become occupied. The vehicle she drove was a Haru military standard modified to be an armored civilian transport. Rihdan (Hunter) Light Multirole Vehicle's engine humming beneath the foot paddle, she literally zoomed down the road. Not much going on mentally save for keeping one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick, one foot for the clutch and the other for the gas. Getting out to make 'house calls' hadn't been her idea of a great time, but it was better than wandering the same halls of the hospital ship where only last night she'd seen her first killing. Sitting ill with the good doctor, she found the scenery just a tad on the rough side, and the road was iffy in parts but at least it was there. If she ever found where she was going, she'd be able to see about getting into the clinic to make the rounds there for those who were on land in a war that didn't allow them access to the burgeoning healthcare system. Now just how many people were out here, Quinn didn't know, though she could guess that there were probably a lot as a Legion was nearly thirty-thousand to well over sixty-thousand depending on the House involved. As the armored truck pulled slowly into the remains of a town, she brought it to a stop and rested her head briefly on the steering wheel. "What are you doing here?" More for herself than anything, it was her own sort of 'pep-talk' but she didn't look at that peppy. This was the remains of Ttoile. Everything that couldnt be found there, it was here, or had been at least before the war of this land had commenced. Intermixed about the remains of this former lively city, the paratroops and mechanized infantry forces in the blue-gray camouflage and blue berets or helmets. Otherwise known as Haruspex Legionary. There were a few away from where Ferin stood, more or less to the east of the main crowded area, and the start of the broken road towards the edge of the port's offloading area. Along this path would be sullen looking soldiers that hid the troubles they saw behind goggles of blue tint or partial rebreathers, trudging to posts or clambering into or out of urban combat camouflage painted armored vehicles, trucks etc. Most though, like the residents of this area, knew better than to stand in the road. Anything with wheels or treads rolled near constant down this Hell's highway. A light tapping on the hood of the car, gentle like. Near the parked and obviously out of place car had come the ol' Yeyinde. Not that he was old, he was a pup thrust into the harsh land of service. Twenty-Three but with years on the soul. Cen yna oui ymnekrd?[Sir are you alright]? Her head snapped up, and those eyes of deep brown wound wildly around until they zeroed in on the legionnaire outside her truck window. For a moment her face crumpled, whether from relief or embarrassment it was hard to say as she lowered the window and poked her head out. Having the ability to remember where she was might have been a minor miracle, and a brief rush of one hand through auburn hair just set it further into disarray. Oayr. Is, frana ys E[Um, yeah where am I]? Obviously, from the voice as smooth as two fingers of fine whiskey she was educated, but the drawl there was all small-town. Sticking her head back in the car, she seemed to rummage before pulling out a sealed badge complete with picture id. E's vnus dra 1128dr Satelym Lusbyho, 88dr Makeuh, E ryja untanc du pa bucdat yd dra 1129dr bucd? Ec dra bucd rana[I'm from the 1128th Medical Company, 88th Legion, I have orders to be posted at the 1129th post? Is the post here]? Clearly from the crumple between her brows she was not only lost, but a little on the agitated side. He unfolded a map and studied it for a moment before nodding to himself for a moment. Ouin y fyoc uv Tuldun. Fa'ja zicd y SYCR ihed du dra mavd cusa drnuikr dra piemtehkc drana.[Your a ways off Doctor. We've just a MASH unit to the left some through the buildings there.] Indicating the alleyway about twenty meters away, in which a partially destroyed building had a tarp roof strung over it and down it's sides where it must have been exposed. Bright red cross painted on it's roof, and walls. A pair of Rihdan's next to that. Folding the map up once again and placing it in left chest pocket, he stepped back slowly and then waited. While she listened, there was a certain amount of apprehension on her part. Surely she had come the right way? The GPS on this damn thing had been followed to a 'T' and now she was potentially lost? Why hadn't anyone told her that they were sending her into no-man's land? Long, slender fingers massaged the crease from between her brows, and she gathered up the makings of a small smile to give to the legionnaire. Dryhg oui. E drehg E's eh dra nekrd bmyla[Thank you. I think I'm in the right place]. However bleak it might seem, there had to be need for a doctor, otherwise why would they send her out here?! From one battle zone to the next, Quinn supposed as she gave a little sigh. Frana lyh E byng so jarelma?[Where can I park my vehicle?] Cdnyekrd drnuikr dra ymmao. Uha cal, E'mm ryja uha uv dra dnilgc sujat.[Straight through the alley. One sec, I'll have one of the trucks moved] <com>Alpha 4, have a doc comin', need truck two moved, over. Bit of a garish screech on the radio mic that was upon right shoulder, and then he spoke a reply. Another soldier came out of the tent, looked over, waved and then got into the Rihdan that was present there as well. Diesel engine roared to life and then vehicle ambled off somewhere else. A glance over as he had begun to pick his way towards the alleyway, waving his hand towards the doctor, gesturing towards the spot where the other vehicle had been. Ttoile Eastern Outskirts Siet Khan Dabin and his convoy had made it to the 78th Mzil Velven outpost. His forces had dismounted and were about the main area. The outpost here was effectively set up as a collection of helicopter landing pads, a few trenches and dug in fortifications further down on the slope of a hill facing the territory of the NTC more or less still held just past Ttoile, facing a general direction in a square pattern the rest of the area. Key points had watchtowers, sandbagged positions and swanson huts bunkered in as both observation points, barracks and what not. A fourth and larger hut was nearly buried to the roof in the ground and sand bags and this was the partially buried MASH hut adjacent to a protected observation area and a pair of K1-B heavy machine gun stations. The odd assortment of his convoy was arranged about and behind the main line, even now the light tanks were being used as self-propelled artillery to shell a distant defensive perimeter full of NTC/Allied forces. There were many such positions all over the mountainous terrain of the Northern Vale territory. He peered through the telescopic field sights of his command vehicle, noting coordinates for the airstrikes his radio operator was even now confirming with. Overhead, streaking contrails provided by HAD S30 Sylrada ground assault aerofighters could be seen as they came in low against the deck and were intent on forcing their way into the thick of things. Staccato of SPAAG fire near immediate, tracers of orange saluting the clouds alongst with bright puffs of a deeper red, and or black bursting clouds. One of the ground fighters shook itself apart as he watched, the debris striking the ground with furious impact, flames and smoke littering the ground. Determined to avenge their fallen comrade, the remaining two expended their deadly arsenal of bunker busters, dumb fire rocket pods and more, turning the defensive line into a bright burning wall of death and imploding hilltops. With range given by the retreating aerocraft, the light tanks on the outpost line were now hammering whatever might have survived that with thermite canister shells, designed to inflict massive damage upon infantry and light armor. A few secondaries brewed up and that was the cue. As his command vehicle began to roll forward, infantry fighting vehicles, armored personnel carriers, and the tanks under his command fell in line, a sort of phalaxe position with his vehicle at the center, pushing for the now pulverized enemy position. Northern Hinterlands South of Hakon City (NTC Stronghold) Yeyinde Fras sat within the cupola of the half track recon vehicle, field optics raised to eyes so that she could see the expanse of the hinterlands and the remaining village-townships and so forth that lay unmolested for the moment. A slight glance back, and then wave of arm forward, pointing in direction of the semi-industrial district. Several dozen or so half-tracks, accompanying a company of heavier armored vehicles, being mostly tanks and armored aero-defense vehicles, clattered and rumbled towards the area pointed to. Following along behind in rank and file, more than eight thousand Haru legionnaires of the Mzil Velven house, outfitted in urban combat gear for the fight ahead. Despite being outmatched at every turn, NTC irregulars and para-militaries fought tooth and nail for every square centimeter of their territory, with almost the same result panning out across the occupied rebel territory. Failure. The Haru war machine refused to be sated with just a few deaths, the carnal lust of the imperium demanded sacrifices of larger size and thus it was devouring all that it could reach.
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    (TL;DR: the EOS ice breakers are operational but helicopters can't fly in the cold; changing of zone management is negotiable depending on what we can get for it in return.) Mr Tobiya Wayanor was appointed only five months ago after Mrs Anna Hackney moved on from her post as EOS permanent representative. Those were some big pumps to fill. Wayanor leaned forward and lightly tapped his microphone. "Thank you very much, Minister Remmen," he began, gesturing in the direction his host with an open right palm, "I'd like to start by thanking our Prymontian hosts for preparing this splendid venue." This was quite true. The Røvik Hotel was an excellent location for this kind of conference. Much better compared to the dilapidated old EOS headquarters. And the city of Canastota proved to be quite beautiful this time of year. The introduction of Concorde aircraft into the government's transportation fleet quickly proved itself a welcome upgrade. Travel times were considerably shortened. "Speaking for EOS in general and Orioni in particular, we hope this 3rd official meeting of the Antargic Council resolves some important issues left open during the previous, more bureaucratic conferences," he continued. "The Entente members have prepared an update of their plans and progress. We want to put forward three major points of discussion: 1. our fleet of ice breakers, 2. the changing Antargic climate, and 3. considerations regarding the zone management." (1) "As you all know, the first stepping stone of EOS' Antargic Strategy was the creation of research and resupply icebreakers. We can share in confidence that sea trials were a success. In May of last year, our nuclear icebreaker IRV Beredo made its maiden voyage to Antargis. We learned a great deal from operating in the hostile polar climate. While on its way to Antargic the mission also focussed on the tragic case of Mr Walter Sandiego, sadly without success. Search and rescue operations in such a vast expanse of open ocean are complicated without regular patrolling stations in Marenesia. Lessons learned from the Beredo were applied by our Miirosi partners to upgrade of the Beredo's two sister ships, the IRV Menelassar and the IRV Connor Grey. One problem I like to highlight is the reliability of aircraft. Operating the Beredo's helicopter within the Antargic circle proves problematic. Perhaps the more experience Prymontian engineers have a solution they'd like to share." Wayanor felt confident he'd made his first point. In truth, the Beredo itself had experienced no significant issues to speak of. The helicopter crew, however, didn't get much flight time. Oil problems, strong winds and low visibility proved too great a risk for landing. Without landing bases nearby, their helicopter crew deemed the flight too risky to even try. (2) "Our second element concerns the Antargic climate. The MIDAS satellites network has detected some rather alarming changes. We've prepared a short briefing for you. If you'll please turn your attention to face the monitors." While Wayanor explained the climate findings, participants got to see an animation of the Antargic ice sheet. Between 2006-2015 the animation showed the Antargic ice sheet growing and shrinking. Between 2016-2020 the changes became more exaggerated. And a simulation of changes from 2020 onward looked outright dramatic. "As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, the Antargic continent is changing at an alarming rate. In January of this year an ice-sheet broke off that's the size of Greater Canastota. The addition of this much freshwater will have an as of yet unpredictable impact on our ocean's salinity. Our scientists tell me that big shifts in salinity could be a warning that more severe droughts and floods are on their way, or even that global warming is speeding up." When the animation had run a few times, Wayanor turned to face the nearest of TCSI. "Right now the TCSI is the only member of this Antargic Council with a permanent base on Antargis. We eagerly look forward to the first scientific findings you'd like to share." (3) "And as our third and final point, we'd like to bring up the existing zone management agreement. The 2nd Antargic Council decided on a two-zone division of Antargis. This made TCSI responsible for W135° to W165°, with other zones outside of this area falling under EOS management." Wayanor knew zone management was an important issue. The ratification of these zones had been one of his predecessor's greatest achievements. It was a major milestone for the EOS, after years of stagnation. Before departing O'polis he received clear instructions from the councillor of foreign affairs to play it very hard if any renegotiating of the agreement came up. "However, in January 2019 the Federative Republic of @Shffahkia announced their plans to establish their own Mercier Research Base, in collaboration with the Worker's Republic of @Fulgistan. This complicates the existing agreement as neither countries are signatory to the Antargic Regulation Treaty of Human Activities." "Certainly near-Antargic nations will wish to become involved in the zone management. Think, for example, of the Aurelian League and the Marenesian nations. What is the TCSI's stance on this unilateral action by non-signatories? How will we ensure the ARTHA is respected while avoiding any potential conflict?"
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    December 14th, 2019 Ulusk, Northern @Haruspex Operation Deliverance Another two weeks passed before the first @Ivericans had arrived. During that time and after, officials both on the ground and back in their respective countries were in constant contact with each other. Seeking to standardize the method by which migrants were accepted into each country so as to not cause mass chaos and confusion, the Ivericans had devised their own machine software to sort the refugees, which the Salvians were then invited to mimic. Setting up stations next to the Iverican ones, the Salvian workers that were deployed were ordered by officials to prioritize educated, documented workers with families and create a prioritization list from there. Similar to the Ivericans, the Salvians also mandated that refugees present documentation in order to be placed higher on the prioritization list. Those that could prove they were Christian or not Haru could see their chances of being taken becoming much more likely as well. While the plan that was hashed during their voyage over the Adlantic was to split, the Salvians decided to stick together so as to be able to process more refugees. All told, the fleet was expected to carry 50,000 refugees back to Salvia, which was 5,000 shy of the goal set by the government. Tough luck to the politicians. Their fault for making promises without know a bit of sh*t about what was actually happening. A regiment of Salvian marines were also brought to the shore to protect the stations. They were highly encouraged to interact with the refugees on a very limited basis- besides a friendly “hello” and small chit-chat, they were to remain vigilant. Compassionate, yes, but not too open. Material was being prepared on the ships for their integration into Salvia- language and culture courses, books, magazines, and movies. Those people would deal with the refugees. After two and half weeks, the Salvian force was ready to depart- staying just a couple days after the Ivericans had departed. Some officials stayed behind for any cleanup that was needed, but they would be flown out of Haru in a week's time. All told, the operation so far had proven successful as the convoy slipped into the rolling Adlantic. However, the true success of the operation would not be fully measurable until months after the entrance of the refugees into Salvia.
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    THE CUSSIAN HUMANITARIAN COALITION: OPERATION DELIVERANCE --- Having carefully crossed the North Atlantic, the Iverican task force prepares to make port in Ulusk. As coordinated, ships of the Armada Iverica hold at stand-off range, allowing the civilian vessels to approach the Ulusk docks. Escorted only by a detachment of the 1st Regiment of Tercios, an expeditionary unit of veteran marines, the refugees must now be documented, searched, and accomodated following strict deadlines and criteria imposed by the Foreign Ministry. The Iverican forces do not expect any incident, but nontheless, remain at full readiness. --- OPERATION DELIVERANCE | IVERICA 14th of December, 2019 Ulusk The Foreign Ministry gave a deadline of 14 days to process a maximum of 200,000 Cussian refugees. Given the data the Ministry expected their officers to collect, the number would be a challenge to reach. A machine-learning software was applied to aid in data sorting and cleaning. Within the first 3 days Refugees would first be required to present identification documents and submit themselves to a mandatory medical examination. The software would then create a priority list based on collected data-- intact families would be prioritised, with a preference for adult men and women with higher educational attainment and with more than 1 child. Generally, the priority list would rank in descending order, those fully documented, educated, healthy, and with children. At the bottom of the priority list would be single and unemployed persons--and the list was a long one. Discretely specified was also a caveat for a no-admittance list. At the top were those with no birth certificate, passport, and proof of employment. But equally important, the Foreign Ministry was leery to admit those who were profiled to have worked in Haruspex, lived there, or have been employed in Beautancus by Haru bussinesses. Likely, the measure had been forced by the two Iverican security offices--the Home Security and Special Security Offices respectively. The measures were strict no doubt, but necessary. Under the circumstances, the security risks were numerous. The risk of espionage was present, but unlikely. What was likely was the potential for criminals and former insurgents, seditionists, or inflamatory ideologues to infiltrate the crowd. Accomodation would then follow, slow but careful to prevent any upsets and potential conflict between refugee groups. The 5,000 strong detatchment of Tercios were issued riot control gear. Non-lethal weaponry like rubber ammunition, slip fluids, tasers, and protective equipment. However, the Iverican task force had stronger means of pacification still. Low ABV beverages to be strictly rationed, films, reading material, and some Iverican language and culture courses were prepared for the long voyage to Monarch Island. At last, when all was ready, most Iverican ships would depart. Though a handful of Tercios would be left behind to escort journalist and NGO observers. They would be deployed as soon and the ships made port and travel ahead to document the situation in Beautancus. --- OOC: This has been long overdue. It is assumed that the other nations' task forces will be doing their parts concurrently. Regarding how the processing will be conducted, the Tercios will be deployed within the Port to facilitate processing and maintain order. They are under strict orders not to speak or interact with anyone save the refugees, and then, only when necessary. Public Relations officers are dispatched to handle whatever communication might be needed. Regarding the escorting of observers, the Tercios will occupy the sapce the processed refugees have vacated, setting up a smal FOB with prefab , Hesco structures, and a small ground vehicle pool and rotor craft pad. Only 3 companies at a total of 380 personnel will remain there for a maximum of 2 months to conduct escort and humanitarian operations. The vehicles are utility and logistical vehicles with only a small fire support element of attack rotor and turreted mechanised for QRF if necessary. Naturally, a small flotilla of 2 Destroyers, 1 Submarine, and 1 supply ship will remain at stand-off range until the observers complete their tasks.
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    The Kronografia had hit closer to the mark of the feelings of the Agios Basilikon Vestiarion, the Imperial Cabinet, than perhaps many had realised. Of course, it had to have been expected that the new monarch of the Haru would attempt to throw his weight around and show to the rest of the barbaroi that he was their overlord, the naval exercise in the Krankes Thalassa had done much to damage relations between the Exkousiokrateia and the Megas Agios Basileia. Arhomaneia had even put forward an official complaint about the exercise and the disruption that it had caused to trade and the military operations in the area, albeit briefly. It hadn't been acknowledged by their ally. That had ruffled feathers even more. And now the invasion of the territory of Beautancus. There had been little reason for Tagmatium to intervene directly in the Glorious Dominate as it sunk into the state of decay. It mirrored the situation that had come to pass across northern Europa in recent years. It was, after all, separated from Arhomaneia by both @Adaptus and Machina @Haruspex – if anything serious brewed there, then either of those nations would be forced to deal with it first. Piracy from the failing nation wasn't feared by the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, as the naval patrols operating from Glevokastron would likely stop any raiders before they made it into the Krankes Thalassa. Some trade between Arhomaneia and Beautancus had taken place, but that had tailed off as the situation there worsened. The protectorate of Akhbiseia was far closer than mainland Arhomaneia but businesses and shipping firms there started to turn their attention to the islands to the east as central control in the Glorious Dominate broke down. Short-sightedly, the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion cared little. Because of the canal to the south and the fact that the Grand Federal Imperium allowed Arhomaiki military shipping to use its island bases in the Adlantic, the slowly-collapsing north-western part of the Occident was felt to be of little immediate concern. The members Logethesion ton Barbaron and the intelligence services voiced worries that this was allowing anarchy to spread amongst an ally, but those voices were ignored. Again, if trouble did arise, then it would likely be pointed at the two nations nearest. And so the current self-righteous anger that the certain portions of the Arhomaiki population were working themselves up into was hypocritical. They were, however, the same ones that had always been against positive relations with the Gharoi to begin with. But that did not obscure the fact that opportunities to give support to Arhomaneia's ally and prop up its crumbling regime had been ignored, almost purposefully, by the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion. The feeling in the meeting of the cabinet was perhaps almost resigned, thought Honorios Kontarian. As usual, the precise mood of the Agios Basileos kai Autokrator couldn't exactly be gauged, but certain members were certainly stewing about the actions of the Gharoi. It had been quite some time since a crisis had arisen in this part of Eurth, right on the doorstep of Arhomaneia. There was not much nostalgia for it, however. It was better if crises played out in the New Wurld. The room chosen for this meeting bore none of the ostentation that usually marked out the surroundings of the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, bar the fact that the floor was decorated with a geometric pattern of purple marble and gold tesserae. The walls were white and the windows repeated Christian symbols in stained glass – lambs, fish and crucifixes, but no scenes of ancient glories. The Megas Logothetes was wondering whether someone picked rooms out of a hat for the meetings before he was drawn from his thoughts. “There is, fundamentally, little that we can do to stop any attempt by the Exkousiokrateia to annex territory, if that is their eventual aim. Diplomatic pressure has rarely worked on them in recent years. As we have seen.” Goulielmos rested his hands on the table in front of him and stared down at the map on the screen that was between them. “They're likely to just dismiss what we've got to say, or ignore us. They could have undertaken this in a political capacity but like the naval exercise, this is an attempt to show the rest of the wurld their teeth.” And of course conquest was the end goal – the Glorious Dominate had always been an enemy to the Haru. That had been a reason that the two Aroman nations to the south, and before that, the “true” Aroman empire (although Tagmatium maintained that it was a continuation, not a successor state), had always attempted to maintain good relations with Beautancus. It had kept the Haru in check. “Bar throwing caution to the wind and attempting an invasion from the west, of course,” suggested Honorios Kontarian, the Megas Logothetes ton Stratiotikou. It was a flippant comment and everyone knew it. It earned the aristocrat a reproving look from his monarch. “And how unviable would that be?” asked the Mesazon Traiektonos, the Prime Minister. There was silence in the room for a moment. The potential fallout from such a move pretty obvious. And it could be even literal – the Haru had weapons of mass destruction, after all. Kontarian tried to resist meeting the eyes of the Megas Logothetes ton Barbaron but failed. Both of them managed to keep their faces straight, however. Outright laughing at the man would have been a gross breach of protocol. Traiektonos' face darkened. He had noticed the shared glance between the two Megaloi Logothetai. The man knew that he was often held to be quite stupid by most of the rest of the Agios Basilikon Vestiarion. Sadly, it was an opinion that had basis in fact. “Hear me out, for once,” Gregorios Traiektonos continued, his flare of anger obvious to all of the officials around the table. It seemed to be directed mainly at Kontarian, who had succeeded Traiektonos as head of the Logothesion ton Stratiotikou. However, even Kommodos raised his eyebrow at the outburst but he seemed to be content to let the Mesazon carry on with what he was saying. “The Gharoi are indeed our allies, but this is a situation that has rarely been the case in the past. They stand to more or less double the size of their nation, if they do manage to seize the entirety of Koussoeia, as well as possibly being able to control our access into the Kataigides Thalassa. A show of force on their eastern border might make them move enough forces to there that they bog down in Beautancus. We could even threaten to close the Iaehos river to them if they start to protest too much, or ignore anything that we have to say. I'm not suggesting for a moment that we actually invade them.” It certainly wasn't the worst idea that Traiektonos had come up with, although the downsides were pretty obvious. It would likely do significant damage to the two countries' relations, although the attitude of the Haru seemed to be doing that anyway. “Thank you, Mesazon,” said Kommodos. He managed to keep any condescension out of his voice whilst he was speaking to Traiektonos, which Honorios thought was impressive. “Whilst I do not believe that it is an option that we should carry out straight away, I will leave it on the table if the Gharoi do not respond favourably to any of our other overtures. I suggest that the Logothesion ton Kommerkiarionikou investigate how such a closure might affect Arhomaioi before that plan is advanced more. The head of the trade ministry nodded and scribbled a note on a piece of paper for himself. Any action to block the river to traffic from upstream would have a knock-on effect on anything downstream. Especially if the Haru tried to force the river, which might be pretty foolhardy. It was a main arterial route for both Adaptus and Tagmatium, after all. “The fate of the Christians in Koussoeia will also need to be addressed,” continued Kommodos. “As Arhomaneia is the heart of Christianity on Eurth, we owe it to them, even if they have strayed from orthodox thought.” Most of Beautancus followed a dualistic religion, one which underpinned their monarchy and society. It had once spread its influence across large parts of the Occident and there were even still a sizeable minority of followers within Arhomaneia. However, a heretical strand of Christianity had fled to Beautancus, after persecution from the more orthodox Aroman church over a millennium and a half ago. “It could be worth suggesting an intervention, as as collaborative effort between us and the Gharoi, in order to secure the rights of the Christian minority.” Goulielmos leafed through some paper files in front of him as he was speaking and failed to find what he wanted. From behind him, there was a similar rustling of paper and an aide stepped forward and offered another sheaf of paper on a golden plate. The Megas Logothetes took them and shuffled through them rapidly, trying to located the information needed to make his point. “As of the 2008 census, which is the last one that was carried out that we have access to, around eleven percent of the population followed Christianity, mainly heretical. It will be difficult to determine how that number will have shifted over the last decade, but it will still likely number in the millions, if not the tens of millions. Working together might help smooth over any cracks that have appeared recently and help mollify our own more conservative elements.” “Of course, the reply from the Gharoi will likely be that we didn't care for them then, so why should we do so now?” said Kommodos, leaning his elbows on the table and steepling his fingers together in his habitual manner. “Our counterpoint will be that they may well have been living in an almost-anarchy, but they weren't being shot, shelled, or bombed by an invasion force.” “Perhaps we could also speak up for the other religions in the Glorious Dominate?” asked a black robed and mitred minister. It may have been surprising that an archbishop was speaking out for non-Christians, but then this particular priest was the Tagmatine government's minister for propaganda, more politely known as minister for information. “Most of Eurth will expect us to try to stand up for the Christians. Being on the side of religion as a whole will place Arhomaneia in a better light.” The Agios Basileos gave a curt nod. That certainly made sense, but it could become even more of a sticking point. It depended on whether the Sovereign Imperium had planned to do with the inhabitants of the Cussian lands. If they planned on indulging in the same sort of ethnic cleansing as Greater Serbia had, then they would likely face a similar backlash. How the Megas Agios Basileia responded to that could make life either difficult or easy for the Gharoi. Their nascent trade deal with the @Sunset Sea Islands could be scuppered. “Extending the use of listening stations in Akbiseia and attaching one or two more Prognostikatores to the convoys to Aluxia would help with monitoring their activities,”said Honorios. The electronic and cyberwarfare vessels were the most advanced in the Basilikoploimon “Passive methods would mean that they would be less likely to be detected.” “There are still Arhomaiki fishing vessels operating in the waters off of Beautancus,” rasped the pallid spymaster. “They have been doing so in order to avoid the quotas that have been put in place in our own waters. It would not be too much effort to put some of the AND's 'special vessels' in amongst them to keep a closer eye on the Gharoi.” The Autokrator frowned slightly. A keen environmentalist, the fact that citizens of Arhomaneia had been dodging around targets that had been put in place to safeguard the numbers of fish was something that he was going to have to look into after the meeting was over. The occasionally heavy-handed methods of the monarch of Arhomaneia could well come into play. “Well then, Endoxotatoi, I believe we have everything covered. I expect everyone to start work as soon as possible.” The Agios Basileos sat straight up in his chair. “We must not provoke the Gharoi and it must be clear that they are still our friends. However, they must also remember that they are not the only power in the Occident, and that we have God upon our side.” “Amen.” Every other member of the cabinet intoned the word. The ruler of Tagmatium stood to his feet and all the others in the room did so. As the Agios Basileos swept out of the room, accompanied by his train of bodyguards and functionaries, Honorios gathered up his papers and frowned slightly to himself. Just where would all of this end? To: The Foreign Ministry of the Exkousiokrateia ton Gharon From: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion Honoured friends, It has not escaped the notice of the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion that the forces of the Exkousiokrateia have advanced into into the lands of the Glorious Dominate of Beautancus. Whilst the long history between Machina Haruspex and Beautancus is widely known, the citizens of that country have surely not faced darker times than they have recently. It has seemed for some time that anarchy has overtaken the recognised and lawful government of our once-noble ally, with whom Arhomaneia has shared tribulations with in the past. It may be said that the Exkousiokrateia is acting out of basic decency, taking upon itself to restore law and order to the poor people of Beautancus. That this will be a motivation behind the actions cannot be doubted. After all, there is always the risk that the trouble will spill over the border into your lands and put your own people at risk. Perhaps Arhomaneia would act in a similar manner, if one of our neighbours was undergoing such turmoil. That the Exkousiokrateia has stepped up to shoulder the burden of demonstrates the selfless and noble nature of the Haru. Arhomaneia nonetheless has several amicable requests, if the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion is to reconcile with the idea of the Glorious Dominate now falling under the rule of the Sovereign Imperium in some capacity. The first is that the expansion into the former Koussoeia should be undertaken with regards to the widely accepted laws of war – the murder of prisoners and wounded, for example, is something that will undoubtedly be found unconscionable by many nations of Eurth. After all, the entire wurld is looking at the Exkousiokrateia. If the government, and his Majesty Ji'Mar, is willing, then Arhomaneia happy to supply observers. Alternatively, those of a more international nature could be sought out, if that is more agreeable than the presence of your southern neighbours. The second is that the religion of those who fall under the rule of the Gharoi should be respected. This ought to include allowing those buildings and hierarchies of worship to remain in place and unmolested. After all, appeasing the population in this manner would undoubtedly mean that any future integration with the Exkousiokrateia is markedly easier – there will be no hostile population adverse to the rule of Ji'Mar and his descendents. Thirdly, if the above is not something that the Exkousiokrateia is unable to consider, then the Agios Megas Basileia is more than willing to open its arms to those who find their beliefs incompatible with rule by Machina Haruspex. There are communities of the religion of Beautancus living within Arhomaneia, as well as those of the widespread Christian minority. Our governments could come to some agreement with regards to who will shoulder the cost of relocation of these refugees. I have also been asked by the Agios Basileos kai Autokrator to pass on a request by his All Holiness, the Katholikos Patriarkhes Kosmas I. Namely, the Parabalanoi humanitarian organisation is willing to provide refugee relief in the areas of the Glorious Dominate that are the worst hit by the reigning anarchy. I must stress that this is an organisation that is not affiliated with the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion and I can assure you that their mission is entirely humanitarian in nature. The Light of Christ will shine through even these dark times, Eugenios Goulielmos, Megas Logothetes of the Logothesion ton Barbaron of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion
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